| The hour is late, honey, make no mistake about it
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| We lessen our chances, the longer we lay here and doubt it
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| If we’re ever to scale the wall in our hearts
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| We must bury the pride that has torn us apart
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| While there’s still a chance of finding the heart to start over
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| Oh giving in to get back to where we have been
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| Means giving up some ground that we strongly defend
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| For the logical place, babe, for us to begin
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| Is finding the heart to start over
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| How to turn off the hurt is something we can’t quite remember
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| We forgot what it’s like to turn off the light and surrender
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| So we carry our thoughts right into bed
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| Where we cling to our pillows and bury our heads
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| When we both could be reaching instead for the heart to start over
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| Oh giving in to get back to where we have been
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| Means giving up some ground that we strongly defend
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| For the logical place, babe, for us to begin
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| Is finding the heart to start over
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| Finding the heart to start over |